News on the riddle

[stormariel]

We've found it! We've found the helmet that the last poem talked about! But of course there's another riddle. Here's a copy of the new riddle.

There is No Time For Rhyme because your Almost Done.
Out Of the Abbey and Through the woods,
Many trees you find Will Hum.
Inside One A Friars Treasure you Will Find.

At last though, we're almost done. I need to go back to the pond and help Irvine finish finding the meaning of the riddle.
Recorder of Redwall Abbey,
Stormariel

[stormariel]

We have found the treasure! We haven't gotten to the box yet because we are being threateaned by wasps. We might soon be running. I guess I had better tell how we got into this predicament.

Irvine had distracted the bees while I went to look in their hives. Nothing was there. Irvine soon joined me on the branch and pointed to the one hive I hadn't looked at, the one with the wasps swarming around it. We decided to sit down and take a break. Irvine then threw a stone at the wasp nest and made a hole in the nest, the box has fallen down and the wasps are almost screaming.

OOC: I'll modify this later.